He was so lucky: Seryoga Lednev immediately ran into Moscow scumbag swindlers, Chechen terrorists, the FSB, and shaven-headed skinheads. Give them all Seryoga, they all thirst for his blood. And he is alone, he doesn’t have enough blood for everyone, and he shed a lot of it in Chechnya. And all because of the damned purse that Seryoga picked up in the passage on the Arbat and where very secret documents turned out to be. This is where things took a turn worse than a knife in the side: get away from the FSB men, and at the same time crush various idiots. But it all comes to an end someday: hands up, Seryoga! Of course, you can raise your hands, but this is not the end, gentlemen. Seryoga took care...